First a sample from my new book: 'This Hell, its heat is closing in on me'
This heat; its hell closing in on me. The sweat rolling down my arms sting the open
wounds and scars, both fresh and new. My
mouth is completely dry, my lips cracked and sore and my eyes wide with sadness
and a lost realisation.
I
have been beaten. My body is battered
and my mind split open in a state of utter despair. This figure, this nemesis; this villain to my
hero stands over me with a dark depth, foreboding and menacing, his body a
shadow outlined with a charcoal blackness.
He moves closer and closer to the corner he has backed me into and for
the first time, I begin to see details of his face. The skin is tight and gaunt, thin enough to
see the veins underneath and clear enough to see the whiteness of sharp
bone. Through the crooked smile, I see
missing teeth and bleeding gums surrounded by butchered lips; blistered and
weeping. A twisted, broken nose blocked
with clots of black mucus sits in the middle of slashed cheeks which open and
close with every facial movement; a sight which causes me to balk heavily. And then, my gaze finds wide staring eyes
locked onto my own and I am forced to look away immediately.
I think
back to everything this figure has done to me and remember the pain and marks
he has left; emotional and mental torture, bruises and black eyes and scratches
and slices, and now, he stands over me with a gun pointed at my head and
salivating at this inevitable outcome.
And so, as I feel the cold barrel press against my temple, my final
thoughts awash over my entire body. I
have suffered and struggled against all this torture with a quiet façade and an
unbreakable mask. I have managed to hide
and explain away the various markings that adorn my weakened frame and
distracted attitude. I have completely
fooled those closest to me with a collection of fantastical tales and wonderful
reasons. In short, my mental and
physical state has been easily clouded with an excuse of stress and insomnia; a
lie that everyone around me has managed to believe. Except for one person. That one person who knows the truth.
I
hear the gun load the bullet with a loud click and make one last decision. If this is to truly be the end, then I would
face it head on. I slowly return my gaze
to this figure eyes and lock onto them with intent. It is then that I notice something…something
not quite right. His eyes are wide, not
with hate or pain, but with a sadness and lost realisation and before I can say
anything; I hear a loud snap, see only darkness and feel hell surround me.
Next, a poem from another project: 'Words, Oh Sweet Words'
Paralyze me with your words
Paralyze me with your words,
make my mind go completely numb
and shock my body into a frozen state.
Paralyze me with your words,
hurt my feelings with past desires
and shatter me with your cold touch.
Paralyze me with your words,
line up verses with a haunted delusion
and twist the poisoned knife deeper in.
Paralyze me with your words,
burn away my tainted flesh
and embrace the screeching of my pain.
Paralyze me with your words,
as I weep for release from this truth
and pray for a swift death.
And finally, an erotic poem called : 'In The Dark'
In The
Dark
Outside, somewhere, the deep dark thunder sways and rumbles,
it's brilliant lightning revealing a glimpse of the zeal inside,
two souls locked in heat and oblivious to mother natures passion
both a soundtrack and a voyeur to our lovers own erotic steam.
Wet bodies glisten and peel in the black; awash with sex,
she - always the one to control, guides him backwards,
swallows his manhood, consumes his beating heart...in time,
in time to the pounding rain, in time to the storm corrosion.
With the hint of shadows flashing and gorging; merging shapes,
roles are reversed and it is he who now spreads her open,
with real meaning and love, he tastes her innermost purity,
a wicked wind - out, contradicting the peaceful connection - within.
Then the anger and violence beyond howls and erupts with rage,
it's voice ignored as desire surrounds and encapsulates our lovers,
trapping them in a smothering motion of deep and eternal carnal lust,
as she takes him in, completely, utterly - their sensual waver.
Bodies are explored, positions are exchanged, emotions are satisfied,
the fading grumbling clouds, now drowned out by a mutual climax,
skulk away leaving behind one last dying flash of brilliant white,
a gorgeous snapshot of pure love and pure sex - in the dark.
